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by **Acheronis** » Sat Jul 18, 2015 9:54 pm

UDM-1274987-3
Somewhere in Northern Australia

The Lone Celestial-class Carrier settled down in the desert, its now active camouflage making it look like a large rock, however this disguise was only effective at a distance. The Dark Templar crew cautiously emerged from the vessel, seeking out any signs of sentient life that they could supply.

UDM-1274987-1 Orbit

The incapacitated Xenoliths were floating in space, utterly lifeless. But of course, the Armiger crew had never been alive, and they merely waited within the husks for an opportunity to escape, and wreck vengeance against those who had sentenced them to this fate. Armed with a variety of weaponry, they were well equipped to deal with anyone who attempted to board the airless remains.

The Stardocks of Aztlán

The 7th Seraphon Battlefleet had returned to their homeworld, and repairs were already underway. Admiral Tethys watched as the repair nanobots flowed over the hull of her command ship, fixing the various openings left by Transcended Weapons. By her calculations, the fleet should be ready to reinforce the Lord-Admiral in the next few Rels. They would not be taking any chances, any of the unidentified forces within this other universe could potentially be hostile and were to be treated as such. The 7th Fleet was also planning to deploy several Harvesters in an untested strategy, to see how well they would fair against an enemy they almost nothing about. The Supernate was charging up for another dimensional jump, its diamond surface shining in the light of a nearby star. Soon the 7th Seraphon Battlefleet would be returning to war.

by **Allancia** » Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:16 pm

Pekan, Malaya
Members of the radio team that had been set up hadn't really received any messages. Mostly drivel from the command center a universe away. It was obviously encrypted to hell and back, but they still felt vulnerable. They were afraid.
And then the best shit ever happened that cleared that fear.
A rather loud and intrusive beep echoed across the field they had set up in. Multiple ships from the Reich were going through and were expected to enter other Stratocratic territories soon, but it seemed too early for a landing report to arrive. A man looked over his instruments. After scrutinizing them carefully, he called for his superior. After reading through what they had received, they started to type a short reply.

Greetings. This is a message from the Allancian First Command on the Melay Province, as it is called in Allancia. We are a grouping of military operatives and troops constituting an assistive task force to the Stratocratic portions of Singapore. We are here to help.

by **The Transcended Darkness** » Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:25 pm

The Intergalactic Void

The Void Lord Azael, Commander of the Fleet of Glorious Annihilation, was furious, those cowardly Dominion scum had somehow managed to defeat his starships and push them back into the cold dark. As he plotted his revenge, he did not notice the screen behind him flicker to life, displaying an image of the Omnius core. A horrific and utterly alien intelligence spoke through the communications system, disturbing his thoughts.

"Commander, I have some information I believe you would like to hear."

Azael turned to face the screen, realising his master was addressing him. "Yes, my lord?"

"Recently, Lord-Admiral Quetzalcoatl convinced the Dominion council to investigate a space-time anomaly, and led the expeditionary force himself. Later, my systems intercepted a transmission from his flagship requesting assistance. I know of your particular hatred for the Seraphon, it is something to be admired."

"What is thy bidding my master?" He smiled, already knowing the answer.

"Take your fleet to this other universe, and deny Quetzalcoatl his prize, and kill him if possible. I acquired the Dimensional Signature when his fleet traveled into this other realm, and am sending it to you now."

"I will ensure your will is carried out, by all methods at my disposal." He saluted, visibly shaking with excitement at the thought of carrying out his vengeance for the earlier defeat.

The Fleet of Glorious Annihilation gathered around Azael's Yfel-class Warship, into the VOID bubble that would carry them into another dimension. A rift between the darkspace and the Singaporean universe opened in front of them, a massive crack in the fabric of reality that the Fleet plunged into, reemerging in the outskirts of the solar system.

by **Singaporean Transhumans** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 1:28 am

Earth Orbit

The ships under observation had turned and opened fire, much to the Singaporeans' surprise. The first wave of projectiles hit the ship, and immediately the crew of both cruisers knew what was going on.

"MALIGNANT CONFIRMED! MALIGNANT CONFIRMED!"

"Fuck, shoot them and try to score as many quickscopes* as possible."
*Lethal projectile attacks done extremely quickly.

The USSAU wave of lasers and torpedoes met the Singaporean wave, much more sophisticated than plain nukes. Some contained dark energy charges, being able to convert entire ships into negative mass, others were kinetic, penetration-based weaponry. Redstone lasers and maser beams sizzled the surface of the enemy bullet ships, and particle cannon turrets of the cruisers tried to intercept as many projectiles as possible.

The enemy fire had damaged the cruisers, quite impressive for their level, as dark pieces of metal flew out into space. A rather large chunk of metal from Angkatan Vessel v5B-828124 was tore from the ship after heavy fire struck that area, stripping the portal launcher of its protection. By shooting at the newly exposed parts, the enemy could easily incapacitate that unit.

In return for that critical hit, v5B-835177 unleashed its maser arsenal on the enemy ships. Maser fire can easily damage electronics, though in space that didn't matter too much and it was favoured only for its anti-biological properties. Green beams of microwave goodness cut through the monstrous metal bullets, and made the external layers scorching hot, harmful for anyone that tries to touch it.

Another blue portal suddenly appeared, from it emerges a second patrol group of 2 Rick Astley-class cruisers and one Betelgeuse-class frigate, which provided suppression fire but would be terrible in actual combat. The patrol group was allegiant to the Supremacist faction, patrolling Deimos minutes earlier. They had detected the unencrypted transmission from the PLAYER ships, and only joined for the sake of preventing a new faction landing near their Australian carve, or at least be put in an area that can access it. They done no contact with the PLAYER vessels nor did they fire upon them, but instead they fired at the USSAU units from other positions, and released some fighters to intercept the drop pods.

Flashes of lights of different colors flickered between seconds, and while these aren't happening explosions would be seen on the bodies of the metal constructs, pieces flying off them and new insides being exposed. As with any space battle, it wasn't really graphic, and nothing was exciting.

North of Bira, Sulawesi

"Okay then," the lead answered Möbius the AI's call. The group of masked troops followed the projection, proceeding to the hangar bays as requested. The Civil Authority detachment immediately started the work on recovering survivors and dismantling obstructive debris preventing the survivors from gaining access to the wider space. Having superhuman strength derived from augmentations, most of them did the job rather easily.

Outside of the crash site, however, a LAADU scanner drone fluttered above the destroyed Avanna. It was recording a video of the scene and taking high-definition pictures, some in X-RAY render, through its ocular lens camera almost omnipotent for its purpose, and transferring the data to the databanks of a rival, hostile faction not far from Harmonist presence on Sulawesi...

Pekan, Malaya

Picking up the response, the group was glad that they wouldn't have to be killed by giant death robots in the radius and that their faction finally has new investors, let's say. The lead immediately responded.

"Um, okay, we'll be proceeding to your coordinates then. 10-3."

After some jungle-trekking and mutant-dodging, the task force made viscon with the massive Allancian force, camped in the jungle and unharmed, mysteriously, by the infamous local mutants that lurk in the green labyrinth. Holy shit, such a size of a force, one of the Singaporeans thought. A soldier goes up and greets them. "PTFS Stratocracy forces here, you'd better-oh crap..."

The soldier was apparently interrupted by something, and that was by the sight of an ACX3 "Raider" death robot, apparently coloured to be that of a State Assembly unit and not looking friendly. "Watch out! Carvers!" Yellow flashes of light followed, scorching marks left by the death robot's assault rifle on the ground. Fortunately, it either missed, or it was just firing warning shots to intimidate the group.

"Get your anti-armour weapons focused on this thing...NOW!" yells the soldier, before rolling under a tree to avoid the second volley of charged particle fire from the Raider. The small scout team tried distracting it with light weapons to buy the Allancians time, but the Raider (or rather, the AI piloting it) simply ignored the small-calibered rounds bouncing off its metal frame, and stepped forward to scan the area, more specifically, the Allancians with its infosphere.

by **Tinfect** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 3:26 am

Sol III - Orbit

"Aquilifer, they are responding."

"Well? Play the message, Decurion."

This is Hagen Volkov, Commandant of the Third Ground Army. We are currently conducting a operation to obtain resources in this sector. We will assist your forces in landing and occupation if you assist our forces by helping us remove the PLAYER ships near us. Any and all assistance will be greatly appreciated.

"Hell, I can work with that. I take it Intelligence has no objections!"
She practically yelled that last bit, and was met with only silence.
"Good."

Greetings, Commandant Volkov, The Imperium will be taking you up on that offer. As a side note, if you have any forces directed to the following coordinates, you will want to redirect them.

With that, the Message was sent, along with a set of coordinates on the surface.

"Decurion, relay the following orders to the Fleet; The Capital Ships, that means you, Intelligence, will follow the Arm of Orion into the Enemy Fleet, focus our firepower on the Singaporean Capital Ships. Battleships, Aquila, and Triarius, are to move in with us, and hit anything they like. Keep the Princeps and the Hastatus together, and engage at range, their missiles will do more good if the ships are still alive, and the Hastatus make good shields for the Princeps. The Sagittarius should keep with the Princeps, and the Veles will move in with us."

"Those are not particularly detailed orders, Aquilifer."

"No one gave you Authority to question me, Decurion. Transmit the order."

And so it was done. Within seconds the Imperial Fleet opened fire on the Singaporeans, with the 80 Beams of the Arm of Orion driving into the Cruisers, followed shortly by the equally destructive, if numerically inferior beams of the Cold Light of Dawn, and Forgotten Sorrows. Thousands of missiles were loosed from the Arm of Orion, and the Princeps Cruisers, followed up by massive waves of Particle Projections from most of the fleet, and the noticeably late firing of the massive Railguns the Sagittarius Frigates were known for. The Princeps Cruisers rapidly depleted the last of their stores of Missiles, still leaving Thousands of high-powered Antimatter Explosives in rapid transit to the Singaporean Vessels.

Sol III - Surface - Unknown Continent - Urban Area

The Imperators had entered the Atmosphere, leaving the other Strikecraft to loiter in orbit waiting for the Dropships to launch.
Within seconds, the craft had accelerated to their maximum speed of Mach 20, rapidly closing the distance to the Urban Area that would quite shortly be host to the Imperial Invasion Point. The first wave of missiles was loosed, dozens of explosives, far more than they needed to annihilate the surrounding area were loosed, each one taking only a second to activate, and speed towards its predetermined target under its own power. In the first wave alone, hundreds of Kilometers were devastated, countless tons of Material were launched into the Atmosphere, launching colossal clouds of Debris well into the Mesosphere and beyond, and destroying several hundred of the remotely piloted Bombers, most of which detonated harmlessly, their Payloads being unarmed before firing. But there were hundreds more, and this cycle would repeat once more, leaving only a few hundred Bombers, and a massive scene of devastation in its wake. The remaining craft returned to their Ships, their purpose fulfilled.

The Invasion would begin in short order, but first, the dust had to settle.

by **The Transcended Darkness** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:35 am

The Kuiper Belt

Commander Azael gazed at the system around him in awe, for this was where, millennia ago, it had all begun, admittedly in another universe. The Fleet of Glorious Annihilation advanced on the third planet, traveling at the speed of light to ensure they arrived at a suitable time, and not weeks later. The Fleet was in arranged so that all the smaller vessels such as destroyers and cruisers gathered around the massive Yfel-class Warship, shielding it from potential projectiles.

The Fleet reached Earth in several minutes, and immediately noticed the battle taking place in orbit. Omnius, watching through the eyes of an Omnidroid aboard one of the Drýcræft-class Destroyers, recognised the vessels that were under attack as belonging to the Peoples Technocratic Federation of Singapore, one of the few civilisations across the multiverse the eldritch intelligence considered to be an ally. Speaking in the mind of its servant, it commanded Azael to assist their allies and destroy the clearly hostile vessels. If this proved to be impossible, they were to retreat and carry out their true mission. The Fleet shifted into attack formation, but before they struck, the Commander gave his newfound enemies an ultimatum.

Greetings, Barbarians. I refer to you as thus due to your actions in attacking the vessels of our ally the PTFS, and if you continue with this I will happily wipe you from the face of this Reality. We wield forces your primitive minds cannot even begin to understand, and shall use them to full effect against you.

The Fleet of Glorious Annihilation attacked, first sending in several Dwimor-class Battleships in an experiment, to see if they would be enough to convince these foes to discontinue their assault. Firing their Proton Cannon Batteries and Antimatter missiles, the four Battleships moved to shield their Singaporean allies from the attack.

by **Singaporean Transhumans** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 6:07 am

Earth Orbit

Another volley of combined energy fire and projectile fire rained upon the Singaporean group. It became clear now that a new force was firing upon the PLAYER and Supremacist ships, and that was revealed to be coming from forces of the Imperium of Tinfect. The Bashar al-Assad, just communicating with the Tinfect ships earlier, was pummelled by fire and had to fall back.

"Attention Angkatan units. Neoplasm outbreak has developed malignancy. Immediate containment and cauterization is mandatory."

The tachyon-radio announcement clearly hadn't been modified to suit the sociopolitical status of the civil war.

"This is absurd..." the captain of the Assad mutters himself. "Are these idiots crazy? Not differing between the factions in this strife of our nation and firing upon anyone and everyone they see? By the Goddess, they must have already aimed that big-ass planetcracker thingy on the Stalinist Orange Box! Shameful cowards."

"And I'm not sure whether they actually read the file on our civil war we sent them* or not..." Bert, at the side, also has his own worries on the lack of knowledge of the Imperial forces. Nonetheless, the two's thoughts are mere speculations, and didn't really reflect the truth in any way, at least from an empiricist point of view.
*In this post the Singaporeans sent the Imperials a file on the Singaporean condition.

The battle of course was still raging on. The Al-Assad joined the five unnamed units some thousand kilometres away in their struggle, blazing masers and particle beams on the Imperial ships that had turned to attack the main Singaporean forces. Its reactionless drives propelled it at high speeds while maintaining silence, in more ways than just not being heard (which was universal for everything in space). Sneaking up on the Imperial vessels, that had just started to turn and try to figure out what has been attacking them, ion beams came right for their hulls.

The Imperial attack did add to the pressure of the Singaporean five-ship-cluster however. The Supremacist frigate was incapacitated and can only fire minor shots, and the missiles totally destroyed the wounded cruiser mentioned before, v5B-828124's portal drive, which exploded due to a resonance cascade and furthermore destroyed the whole ship as dark energy consumed the metal-built towering guardian of Singaporean space. Green-and-blue death soon covered the entire cruiser, and the glowing towership in space quickly dissipated, becoming nothingness.

The death of a comrade was, however, relieved by the presence of new ships, designed radically different from the infection malignants. These new exogens were identified as ones that came through via a very recent inter-universal incursion, and immediately the crew of all ships recognized who these were: the Transcended Darkness. Their ships' data was in the Singaporean archives, in fact the design has become recognizable by nearly any Singaporean slightly into the field. It was more than likely that the Darkness would assist the Singaporeans in the engagement. A tachyon pulse message was sent to the new incoming fleet immediately.

"This is PTFS Homeland Fleet, specifically the section with allegiance to the PLAYER and Supremacist political blocs, we are under attack by identified malignants declaring themselves as the Imperium of Tinfect and another power whose name has not been disclosed...assistance is required."

by **Allancia** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 3:32 pm

Scheiße, sheiße…
The "bullets" from the Mechanische, as they were called in Reich territory, grazed the head of one mechanic. The mechanic in question first pissed his pants, and second dived under a tree. The Mechanische was not going to hit anything vital as of now, but if it moved forward it might cause some real damage. The short and chubby man scrambled out of the other side and charged into the undergrowth. Several packs had been set up after they landed by him and some other soldiers. He now was happy he had done so. He scrabbled in the dirt until he found a conical shape. Digging it out, he heard a scream. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a man get the upper half of his body zerschlagt by a ray of particles. He fished out a hollow tube and inserted the cone into one end of the device. He stood up and pointed the end of the mechanism at the automaton. Pressing a small lever on the side, the cone shot out of the rocket launcher. It slammed into the Mechanische, almost entirely destroying what he assumed to be the head. Its autonomy was probably based in its torso, but he trusted it was now blind. He had no more rockets within his immediate vicinity. He hoped the Singaporeans would take some form of action.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:34 pm

Terran Orbit
SC-0386 Minnow

The crew of Minnow watched the battle between the unknown hostile vessels and the strange alliance of warships. They had no stake in the battle; they were "space pirates" after all, and cared not for the survival of the participants. All save one:

"Commander, Avanna has been hit by several enemy missiles." Minnie called out, cheerful as always. "Gamma Radiation indicates antimatter."

"Damn. We might have to break character and aid them."

"Too late, Commander. Their trajectory leads them on a crash landing, and with damaged engines I calculate they cannot escape." Minnie chimed.

Lieutenant Venner could be heard whispering in the background. "But that's not how gravity works! If they were in a stable orbit previously, they shouldn't be falling now even if they had no engines."

"Venner, cut the chatter! Inform the marine platoon on board that we have an allied ship down. Load up two squads on a dropship and send them down with the full dropship squadron. And both Bolt* squadrons as escorts. I want any Stormwrathian survivors found as recovered." Wade ordered the Communications officer.

"Yes, Commander."

Hangar Bay

4 Bracer Class** dropships and 16 Bolt Class starfighters departed from Minnow and entered the atmosphere of Terra, their ancient Homeworld. They headed for the wreck of the Stormwrathian vessel Avanna.

*Though they share the same name as the fighters in 1015 ACR, these Bolts are a much newer model. They utilize hard light cannons for the wing mounted guns, and all wing mounted weapons can retract into the wings. The sensor arrays are shielded by a reinforced fiberglass cover, and the two cannons on the dorsal turret can operate independently. Maybe some other stuff.
**Basically a 400 years newer version of Stormwrath's V64 Majestic dropship. 24 passengers, hard light gun turret.

by **Tinfect** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:38 pm

Sol III - Orbit

"Aquilifer, another Dominion Vessel has appeared, they are contacting us."

Greetings, Barbarians. I refer to you as thus due to your actions in attacking the vessels of our ally the PTFS, and if you continue with this I will happily wipe you from the face of this Reality. We wield forces your primitive minds cannot even begin to understand, and shall use them to full effect against you.

"Flame Eternal, Pretentious Aliens Part II. Send them a transmission."

Attention Dominion Vessel, didn't we already do this? You don't have a claim to the Imperial Territory, we are more than powerful enough to destroy your ship, act of war against the Imperium, come on, it hasn't even been a day. I can have another Planetcracker here in Minutes, and if you value the lives of that crashed Battleship's Crew, you'll abide by the terms we laid out earlier.

"Move the fleet back to the Anchor, leave the Strikecraft to assist the Terrans, but have the Trameneves make their way to the fleet, we can't wait for them."

"Aquilifer, the Dominion Vessels are firing. Inferior weaponry to our previous engagement."

"Fucking amazing. Give the order to jump, we don't have time for this. And call for that Planetcracker."

And the fleet jumped out, losing only a handful of Frigates to the initial attack.

Sol - I - Anchor Station IV

"Actually, Decurion, upgrade that request to Reduced Division, it looks like we might need it."

"Of course, Decurion."

"On another note, send a transmission to the Archailects."

Anchor Station, we are requesting permission to repair and rearm our forces. Also, sorry about the Battleship, we did not really have any control over that.

by **Aeiouia** » Sun Jul 19, 2015 9:14 pm

Anchor Station 4

The Aeiouian Overseer responds to the Tinfect transmission:

"Of course you are cleared to use ze starbase to repair and re-arm your vessels. All docks are open, ve're preparing repair drones as ve speak."

After completing its scan, mainly focusing on the weapon systems of the derelict craft, the Avatar sends a transmission to the stranded crew, hoping that at least one of the fellow cybernetic beings on board has a device that can receive the message:

"Attention surviving Dominion forces. This is the local Aeiouian Guardian, I am willing to move all survivors to a location where you can be recovered by your home faction, if you are willing to surrender to us. Please respond if you are interested."

Sol III

"Ah, yes. Cloaking devices. Almost all Collective war machines can become completely undetectable using them. We use durability and stealth to win wars, not firepower and destruction, so our technologies regarding these concepts are highly advanced, even amongst other empires of our general technological level.

Unfortunately, we really cannot trade information on these, since not only are they the only techs that allow us to be at all competent in battle, but they are incredibly difficult to reproduce without numerous prerequisite technologies as well. In the eyes of most, the actual mechanisms behind their functions are completely incomprehensible...

But, we are more than willing to trade most other technologies, especially medical technologies, which we give out for free. Our allies, the Imperium of Tinfect, would probably also be interested in trading with you.

You seem like good people, and I imagine that we are going to have very positive diplomatic relations, which should facilitate good trade. We can discuss these matters further once we reach the surface, and I will send word to the Tinfect personnel that you are interested in trading technologies."

by **Singaporean Transhumans** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 5:49 am

The Archives, Merapi Research Facility

"Ah...these treehuggers you're talking about, eh?" the soldier decided to respond to the lead's first question first. "Well, they employ these aircraft we've been using for decades without replacing, and to be fair the military inventory gets replaced every 6 months here. The style of the aircraft certainly didn't change though, so it's not a big surprise seeing the stuff that doesn't fit our aesthetics and look extremely warped and weird."

"The faction conducting the air raid is the Harmonists, a bunch of treehuggers who believe that we should respect the existing biosphere and incorporate alien elements into our race. They're one of the three Affinity Factions around here that actually have serious things to do, since they're trying to redefine our transhumanism...but treehugging is bad for your health, as always. We'd prefer the Supremacists who'd speed up the consciousness uploading thing and employ our minds in death robots over the Harmonists. Though, people of their faction did contribute a lot to the new, better designs you see in Singaporean gear, especially our power armour and aircraft. That was when civil war didn't happen though."

The soldier moved on to the next question, on the command blocks, and like the Harmonist business he explained it like a recorded narration of a Infopedia Singapura* article. "So command blocks are basically mechanisms that manipulate quantum superstrings and other components of universal, even multiversal, fabric simply according to the input of the Minecraft command one inserts. For example, if you type in /kill @e[type=Cow], all specimen of the species Bos taurus will suddenly die within a set radius which you will have to create from another input. However, killing entire civilizations and filling air with lava is not only destructive, it also costs massive power. Even operating a command block just to extract energy from another dimension can be inefficient as equivalent to the extracted energy's about 95% is used. To power these, conventional methods do not work. So we started working on exotic matter and sorts, but all you need to understand is that they're extremely powerful and can do a lot of things."
*The Singaporean equivalent of Wikipedia and Encyclopedia Dramatica combined, successor of the Singaporean National Library Board Infopedia.

"However, much simpler actions, such as creating sound waves of disturbing frequencies, require a lot less power and that's how the Antic Order succeeded in decimating the synths in Jakarta. Creating random explosions is also an easy task for this machine." the soldier opens up the interface of a command block while speaking, and types in a command, then activates it. Extracting energy from the cables rapidly, the command block started working, bending small areas of space around it but not enough to deal any harm. Suddenly, behind the Spetsnaz group lead, a green, quadrupedal creature materializes, its skin having the texture of dried leaves and its face twisted into a sad one.

It makes a hissing sound.

"Um, don't worry, it won't go boom." the soldier goes on to explain how the command block has just created the creature out of particles in the air, re-arranging them to create a lively being. "So, as you can see, this thing solved our need for vats used to grow the creepers and can just make the suicidal maniacs from thin air. Yeah, pretty much." Simultaneously, a white-uniformed soldier with a helmet with a single red ocular lens comes in and takes the creeper away, using a physics manipulator from their pocket to hold the creeper in position and to move it around.

Outside however, Yogyakarta experienced hell. While a number of enemy aircraft have been shot down, whole blocks have been sacrificed and most buildings were in flames if not shattered by the weaponry dropped. Metal-framed towers with glass panels were punched huge holes by missiles, and some have even collapsed in the midst of the chaos. The Harmonists paradropped a small force, but that group was destroyed immediately by stabilization teams on the ground patrolling the ruins alight. Flak gun positions never rested for the entire night.

Pekan, Malaya

The death robot's head was annihilated, pieces of hot metal falling onto the ground, sizzling the vegetation. It was temporarily blinded, but its particle cannon's aiming cams can still be used for backup cameras. Nonetheless, that required time to initiate. Using the time in which the robot was paralyzed, one of the Singaporeans called for air support using radio. As, there wasn't anything much left that is able to fight the Raider.

"SecCom request airwatch hunter dispatch, heavy sentmechtic deployment inbound, repeat request hunter dispatch.-"

The radio call was interrupted as the Raider regained its sights, and started firing at the soldier calling for assistance. Despite receiving a shoulder wound the soldier was able to escape danger and slide into another position. Taking turns, surviving Singaporeans shot at the robot, constantly distracting it.

by **Blakullar** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:50 am

Merapi Research Facility, T.R. Indonesia, the People's Technocratic Federation of Singapore.

"Impressive," the Alfa lead said to the soldier after he finished his demonstration (despite nearly blowing the creeper's brains out when it was spawned by the command block). He ordered the Spetsnaz collecting the tech to pick up three command blocks and put them onto a pallet for study. "If there was a way that we could repay you guys for all this stuff, I could pull some strings and see what happens. For future reference, my name is Colonel Victor Golovkin, serial code F1P5B1B1K1V1S1B1." He turned to his subordinates: "Alright, everyone! We're packing up and heading home. Consider this mission successful!"

He sent an encrypted message to the osprey requesting a return portal, only to curse when he was informed by the osprey that it had since evacuated the fighting and was now about twenty miles southwest of Alfa Group's current position. The closest coordinates available were outside of the city...

Golovkin turned to the PROMEK soldier again. "We need fast transport for at least twelve people. Is there anything available?"

by **Deminis** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 11:46 am

Markus watched as the remaining three waves of shells crunched into the derelict craft... "did they even see that, Kiel?"

The young officer watched as no crafts in the area gave intention against the misfired shells, "If they did they didn't seem to care, sir. We have another message from the Guardian craft, Playing now."

"Ah, yes. Cloaking devices. Almost all Collective war machines can become completely undetectable using them. We use durability and stealth to win wars, not firepower and destruction, so our technologies regarding these concepts are highly advanced, even amongst other empires of our general technological level.

Unfortunately, we really cannot trade information on these, since not only are they the only techs that allow us to be at all competent in battle, but they are incredibly difficult to reproduce without numerous prerequisite technologies as well. In the eyes of most, the actual mechanisms behind their functions are completely incomprehensible...

But, we are more than willing to trade most other technologies, especially medical technologies, which we give out for free. Our allies, the Imperium of Tinfect, would probably also be interested in trading with you.

You seem like good people, and I imagine that we are going to have very positive diplomatic relations, which should facilitate good trade. We can discuss these matters further once we reach the surface, and I will send word to the Tinfect personnel that you are interested in trading technologies."

"Well, in that case, reply as follows. Explain the request for the Stealth tech without repeating. Gratitude for Tinfect comms connection. End reply, and when the hell are we going to shoot something?" "At this rate sir, Never" Kiel answered slyly. "Damn"

"Sir we have arrived at the rendezvous, Fighters are yet to be seen." Keil commented idly, "We should continue our route to the planet sir, In this form of war, we do not want to be sitting still." Markus responded quickly, "Their cloaked Kiel, Keep moving they'll contact us first, And ge that reply to the Guardian already"

"Guardian craft we can fully understand your need to contain such information. We ourselves are rather slender build with little defensive ability at this point. We are very gracious for your suggestion and implied connection to the Tinfect Faction."

by **Acheronis** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:13 pm

UDM-1274987-1 Orbit

"Attention surviving Dominion forces. This is the local Aeiouian Guardian, I am willing to move all survivors to a location where you can be recovered by your home faction, if you are willing to surrender to us. Please respond if you are interested."

The Armigers were fully capable of receiving such messages, and as the communication echoed within their armoured heads they sent a reply.

We will never abandon our duty to the Dominion by doing something as cowardly and dishonourable as surrendering, leaving our slain vessels and submitting to you. If you attempt to extract us by force, we will fight back until the very last of us lies dead by your hand.

UDM-1274987-3

The Shuttles had found a landing zone on the far side of the volcano, and were now using their temporal relays to bring Dominion forces from the Dawn of Revelation to this new location, where they intended to set up camp until reinforcements arrived to retrieve them. Ranks of Armigers stood guard over the Lord-Admiral, and several knights had been sent to scout out the surrounding terrain. The Phaetons and Aura Strike-Fighters continued to patrol the skies over the encampment, watching for any aerial threat.

The Stardocks of Aztlán

The 7th Battlefleet had finished repairs on their damaged ships, and were preparing to mount a rescue mission for their Lord-Admiral. Although Quetzalcoatl's initial expedition had required Council approval, once that approval had been granted the Seraphon were free to do what they liked when it came to the matter of this particular dimension. Admiral Tethys had chosen to leave her still-damaged World Slayer, the Doom of the Deluded, at the massive Shield World, instead choosing one of the new Emperor-class Battleships to lead the fleet. The fleet was ready to depart for this other universe, which they still had not thought of a name for. Xenoliths, Starblades and Wraiths floated by the Emperor, now named the Everlasting Defiance, accompanied by several Guardians and Praetorians in case they needed to lay siege to a fortified planet. The 7th fleet, now even larger than the one commanded by the Lord-Admiral, activated their VOID drives and vanished, reappearing near UDM-1274987-1.

by **The Transcended Darkness** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:37 pm

"This is PTFS Homeland Fleet, specifically the section with allegiance to the PLAYER and Supremacist political blocs, we are under attack by identified malignants declaring themselves as the Imperium of Tinfect and another power whose name has not been disclosed...assistance is required."

Noted, Homeland Fleet. This is Commander Azael of the Fleet of Glorious Annihilation. We appear to have driven off at least some of the attackers, but we shall continue our attack on the remaining hostiles. I suggest we keeper communications online, to coordinate our defence and retribution.

He turned back to the screens that displayed the emotionless metal faces of the captains under his command, and addressed them.

"Excellent work, my servants. Now we have dealt with one of the threats, we can quickly finish off the other and get back to our primary objective. Who knows, when we succeed you might even get a promotion." He chuckled, knowing such a thing would be impossible.

"Incoming transmission, unknown origin." Said the Yfel's AI.

Attention Dominion Vessel, didn't we already do this? You don't have a claim to the Imperial Territory, we are more than powerful enough to destroy your ship, act of war against the Imperium, come on, it hasn't even been a day. I can have another Planetcracker here in Minutes, and if you value the lives of that crashed Battleship's Crew, you'll abide by the terms we laid out earlier.

After listening to the message, he burst into hysterical, twisted laughter, not caring that the PTFS could still hear him. "This is brilliant! They think we are the Dominion! Whats more, this suggests they have already destroyed the Acheronis fleet. That should make my job, far, far easier, although I will have to deal with this crashed Battleship." He calmed down a little, realising what else this message implied. "A planetcracker... Well, if its anything like the one used during the elven invasion, it is a potential threat. All ships, if you have visual confirmation on any unknown vessel that could be classified as a planetcracker, alert the rest of the fleet and open fire."

by **Atomic Utopia** » Mon Jul 20, 2015 11:41 pm

9/4/726 A.F.

USSAU main fleet.

The MASERS from the enemy fleet tore into several of the ships in the fleet, some of the Karl Marx class ships had the shock absorbers destroyed, one of the Avogadro class Battlecruisers was hit, but had sustained only minor damage. But then there were the missiles rapidly closing in. The fleet would be severly damaged by any missiles that got through.

Karl Marx Class Ship, Valiant
The "radio" operator was busy going over orders from fleet command,

"Course 285-122-22"

"Course 285-122-22 verified?"

"verified"

"Open up, all AMS lasers on incoming targets."

This perplexed the operator, the incoming targets covered his screen, how was he supposed to target them?

"Which incoming targets?"

"All of them, deploy all necessary countermeasures."

"But that would leave us 5% depleted."

"Reinforcements will be coming in soon.*"

"Wilco"

The operator switched over to local.

"We need to open wit-"

He was cut short by an explosion. One of the MASERs had damaged a section of the hull nearby.

The captain came on.

"Damage report, engineering, did it hit the reactor?"

"No sir, reactors operational, safety systems are still running. Impact seems to have caused superficial damage on section 22B, device looks like it was a extremely high power MASER."

"MASER? Wouldn't that be extremely wasteful? I know fleet has done tests, but they were very inefficient and the advantages of MASERs were nothing compared to that of a good GRASER, so why do they have them?

The radio operator cut into the conversation
"Command says we need to open up on the missiles, deploy the countermeasures."

The captain responded.
"Open up 320."

If you looked at the fleet from say the PTFS PLAYER view you would see a series of small cylinders moving away from the various ships. These had no power to move or change course. These were countermeasures. Each one was a 1 megaton nuclear charge designed for maximum hard X-Ray output. Each one was surrounded by various rods that independently aimed at the missiles, a few hundred per missile. These were lasing rods.

After around a second from a observer with the same frame of reference as the main ship the countermeasures began to detonate. Like thousands of flashbulbs they lit up the side of the planet in an unnatural color, the lasers from some of the more poorly aimed lasing rods dipping into the atmosphere, creating bright ionization streaks in the upper atmosphere, visible for miles around.

Despite this impressive show several missiles still got through. One of them impacted the damaged Avogadro Class Battlecriuser. The armor on it was torn open, the dark matter bomb warping it beyond recognition, no doubt killing hundreds. The pusher plate on it was also ruined, preventing it from maneuvering through it's main drive, now it could only use NTR propulsion. Several other Karl Marx class ships were torn apart by the explosions.

Another transmission came over Hagen Volkov's neural implant, it was the chief intelligence officer.
"Sir, another fleet has been detected, two more ships have come in."

"Is the other fleet hostile?"

"It appears to be so."

"How many of them are there?"

"I am patching you into the sensors."

Volkov was taken aback by what he saw, a series of small ships surrounding a large one in a tight formation and two more ships in the PTFS fleet, both converging on them.

"Is the main GRASER running?"

"It is operational, it was not damaged at all."

The main laser was a massive series of GRASER generators running the length of the ship, capable of outputting a beam with an energy equivalent to 80 kilotons of TNT every second. The GRASER could be run almost indefinitely using the massive radiators to reject heat and the reactors to provide the energy, however in battle the radiators were retracted, thus limiting the number of times it could fire at full power.

"Open up on the newcomers in the PTFS fleet. Call for all ships to deploy their missiles at short range."

"Will do"

One of the many mirrors on the ship moved. It was a massive thing, nearly 50 meters across, and did not look like a mirror in the visible light spectrum. However, in the gamma ray spectrum it was a mirror, a very effective mirror. Now it began to morph, changing shape to better focus the beam on target. Once in position it fired for one second, reflecting the beam of the mirror that had focused on one the PTFS ships. This did not look like much, 20 kilotons did not change the mirror much at all, beyond possibly heating up it slightly it appeared to do nothing. This was because unless it was fired into atmosphere the light would not diffuse into the environment that well. Thus a series two second 80 kiloton shots were fired at a small area less than a millimeter across on the PTFS ship. The rest of the fleet began firing a series of missiles a the enemy ships. All of these were simple MIRV nuclear missiles.

OOC:(*) they will not

by **Singaporean Transhumans** » Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:22 am

Merapi Research Facility

"Yes. Well, as any science lab would have, there's an evacuation center here which is an underground aerodrome with lots of dropships in stock...Let's go with the RDIAD-9 dropship, shall we? Once it gets into open space, it flies only slower than our fighters. Let's get there quickly."

The soldier guided Victor and the Alfa team onto the teleporter platform, pressed a few buttons again to set the destination to the evacuation center's aerodrome, and with another purple flash the band was there, at the entrance. The soldier slaps his ID card onto the verifier, and the energy barrier disappears for a moment, re-appearing just after the last Spetsnaz unit had made it through.

"C-881 reporting request boomer access for evacuation of exoassistives. Repeat, request boomer access for evacuation of exoassistives."

"Affirmative. Gear ready in 20 seconds."

The soldier walks through the vast array of aircraft, stopping before a green RDIAD-9 dropship with pulse turrets and others looking in good shape. The engines on the rear were not bad either. After slapping the ID card on the scanner again, the hatch to the insides opens, the soldier crawling in first and taking the pilot seat. "Come in, there's enough room for 20 people here or 3 armoured vehicles, sure gonna be enough." he says to Victor.

Orbit

"Aw yes! Haha! We scored a hit there!" a gunner AI yells to the other AI in the chatbox as her scanners show results of the dark energy weapons scoring a devastating hit on a damaged battlecruiser. The metal bullets suffered significant damage, and yet the wrath of the Angkatan had not been fully released yet.

"That defense system they have is very worrying though...if we want to commence further attacks on that area, we need to take out the rod launcher thing for maximum lethality."

"Warning, enemy counterattack wave coming through..."

"Aw shit."

"Warning, g-ray verdict launch has been detected." came from the dispatch alarm.

The GRASER beam hit a small area of a Supremacist cruiser previously engaged in shooting the Karl Marx-class destroyers, and by concentrating energy on that area it achieved a breakthrough, blasting through the metal PTFS ships were made of and frying the electronic wiring in these layers it penetrated. Soon the hole became larger, and had be repaired.

"Activate command block shield protocol! We ain't having time with this bullcrap!"

Command blocks started drawing energy into restoring the layers that were destroyed, however they could not keep up with the pace with the beam cutting through. The nuclear missiles also hit the others, dealing devastating blows to the already-wounded cruisers. The ships fired back though, defiant and persistent, trying to create a balance of damage dealt by both sides.

The cruiser hit with the GRASER was crippled, and its combat capabilities were significantly decreased, none of its torpedoes able to bypass USSAU defences anymore. The remaining cruisers also suffered losses with many weapons disabled/destroyed, but the ones that still functioned carried on firing. Though, its effectiveness has dropped by a great margin.

by **Blakullar** » Tue Jul 21, 2015 6:25 am

Merapi Research Facility, T.R. Indonesia, the People's Technocratic Federation of Singapore.

"I sure hope so!" Golovkin replied. Alfa Group bundled into the dropship quickly, with the six soldiers who had been standing guard lagging a bit behind, mainly due to distance but also to pick up tech pieces dropped as the rest of the squad ran like hell to the hangar. Twenty seconds, after all, wasn't a lot of time, even for the Spetsnaz. The group didn't even bother to stack their cargo neatly, which meant that it would likely flutter about the dropship as it flew to the coordinates of the portal (which Golovkin had given to the pilot, not wasting breath explaining what they were for). Nevertheless, the group cradled what they could in their lap.

Shortly, the dropship took off and left the hangar section. "Command, this is Alfa Group," Golovkin radioed the home dimension (radio silence didn't really matter at this stage, since it was very likely that the enemy had already sent aircraft to intercept the new bogey that just popped up on radar). "Package is secure, we're on our way out. Expect possible enemy aerial forces to follow us through!"

With that, the dropship set off towards the portal coordinates...

by **Tinfect** » Thu Jul 23, 2015 6:20 pm

"Of course you are cleared to use ze starbase to repair and re-arm your vessels. All docks are open, ve're preparing repair drones as ve speak."

With that, the Veles Frigates, and Princeps Cruisers that remained moved in to dock with the colossal station, followed shortly by the Arm of Orion itself. It did not exactly need to re-arm, but keeping its Missile Stocks capped out was never a bad thing, and the Archailects were more than capable of fabricating Imperial Munitions.

On the Bridge, things were almost serene, as much as a Military Environment could be, in any case. Alyona decided that now would be best to catch up on some things.
"Decurion, while we wait, what do we have in communications logs?"

"We have a Response from the Excidium Vessel, they claim to be Pirates, who have hijacked a Military Vessel."

She was by no means surprised. From what Markhov had reported, Excidium Planetis lets their Civilians walk around with Rocket Launchers.
"And no one was surprised. This is what happens when you arm your Population. Anything else?"

"It doesn't look like it, No."

Well, that was disappointing.
"Alright then, what about the Terrans we still have not contacted?"

"The Class 3* vessel is the only one we have yet to establish contact with."

"Then what are we waiting for? Send them a Transmission. Translate both ways, I doubt their Ship can parse Marrov."

Attention unknown vessel, this is the Arm of Orion, under Aquilifer Legatus Alyona Saar, of the Imperium of Tinfect. You are to Identify yourselves, and your affiliation.

As the Transmission went out and the pale-blue glow of the Hyperpulse Generator faded away, several Subspace Gates opened near the Anchor Station, it looked like Intelligence let that request for Reinforcements through after all.
The first ship to come through, was an older Eternity I Capital Ship, followed shortly by an Enclave II Planetcracker, and quite a few mixed Cruisers, Frigates, and Battleships, all from the Fourth Fleet.

"Aquilifer, This is the Prisoner of Fantasy, Eternity One."

"This is the Embers of a Forgotten War, Enclave Two, reporting from the Fourth Fleet."

The Reinforcements had arrived. Once the Fleet had rearmed, the Invasion would begin in earnest.

OOC:
*That's you Deminis.

If anyone cares what the Imperial Fleet looks like at the moment;
This is getting a bit large.

by **Deminis** » Thu Jul 23, 2015 7:16 pm

Markus watched through various screens as chaos seemed to ensue. This seems to be a little excessive Markus thought to himself silently, "Kiel, make sure we don't target any more derelict crafts. I really don't want to look retarded on our first impression"
"Yes, Sir." Keil paused for a moment as his screen blinked slightly, "We have a message from an unknown craft, playing now"

Attention unknown vessel, this is the Arm of Orion, under Aquilifer Legatus Alyona Saar, of the Imperium of Tinfect. You are to Identify yourselves, and your affiliation.

Markus listened intently as the message played, "I guess the got to us before the Guardian could get to them? Reply is simply, Offer of Mercs and implication of Guardian influence."

"Yes sir," Kiel awnsered.

Aquilifer Legatus Alyona Saar, aboard the Arm or Orion of the Imperium of Tinfect, this is the F-10 Zhukov of the Technocracy of Deminis, under the command of The 3rd Lord of the Fourth Arc, Markus Phylum. We have made our way here through use of an experimental rift generator inorder to offer a Mercenary contract in exchange for any available technologies or scientific advancements which may progress our Nation to further perfection. We have had contact with a craft under the name of The Guardian, whom we have been lead to believe requested your formal contact with us.

"keep the weapons aimed on the known hostile crafts, If any actions are made against us act first then message me. How long till terrestrial landing?" Markus tangent-ed quickly after the message was sent. "About four more minutes sir," Keil was quick to reply, "We should have no problems protecting the gear once landed, but we should make a request to bring in some reinforcements through the portal once we are down."

"I could not agree more." Markus' last words to the conversation rung through out the command deck.

by **Singaporean Transhumans** » Thu Jul 23, 2015 8:10 pm

Mount Merapi

The dropship emerged from the dead volcano, flying past the Harmonist armada almost unnoticed as they were busy devastating the city. There can be seen squads of Merlion fighters intercepting the gunships and bombers, apparently defenseless against such threats. The dropship avoided firing at the Harmonist aircraft, instead focusing on the route to the coordinate stated.

"We should be there in a few minutes, if I'm right." the soldier explains.

Suddenly, however, two charges of excited particles struck the dropship's rear, burning and damaging a great deal of its synthetic semi-organic armour. "Or maybe not," the soldier corrected his statement. "WE HAVE A GODDAMN HORSESHOE CRAB ON OUR REAR!"

Indeed, it was a white triangle pursuing them, a Horseshoe Crab fighter, infamous for being able to destroy whole air squadrons even on its own. Soon the radar displayed even more horseshoe crab fighters in the vicinity, all painted dark green and clearly of Harmonist affiliation. The squad of fighters formed an effective blockade, pinning the dropship from advancing further and damaging it. Out of options, the pilot decided to activate the weapons, and started fighting back, with dark energy pulse cannons being effective against traditional armour.

Caught by surprise, the fighters, old and not adapted to exotic matter weaponry, had to fall back despite not sustaining damage of concern. They increased their firepower then, focusing missiles and redstone energy beams on the lone dropship. In turn, the dropship charged up one of the pulse cannons to the highest level and focused it on one of the fighters in the direction of the coordinates reported.

The exotic matter pulse, visible and distinguishable from the surrounding darkness, struck the fighter with a flash and had overloaded the matter, turning the fighter into negative mass. The remains floated in the air, a white border separating the black negative mass from the surroundings.

"Okay, this dropship's weapons are way too overpowered, which should explain the prolific Malay Rouge use of them as combat aircraft..."

The dropship took the chance of a gap in the formation and zoomed through the gap, passing by the destroyed fighter which then dissipated. Nearing the coordinates every second, the soldier accelerated the craft, dodging some incoming fire in the process as well. After approximately ten minutes, the coordinates mentioned was in sight.

"We're there. Now, where is this 'portal' you speak of?" the soldier inquires Victor.

by **Tinfect** » Thu Jul 23, 2015 11:12 pm

Aquilifer Legatus Alyona Saar, aboard the Arm or Orion of the Imperium of Tinfect, this is the F-10 Zhukov of the Technocracy of Deminis, under the command of The 3rd Lord of the Fourth Arc, Markus Phylum. We have made our way here through use of an experimental rift generator inorder to offer a Mercenary contract in exchange for any available technologies or scientific advancements which may progress our Nation to further perfection. We have had contact with a craft under the name of The Guardian, whom we have been lead to believe requested your formal contact with us.

Well, the Translators worked, so there was that.
"He used the full title. They must be new to this... Respond with the following;"

You may refer to me as Aquilifer Saar, and this contact is by no means formal. Now, as for the Mercenary Contract... She paused for a moment, as if expecting something Well, I certainly hope you've brought more than... that. Quite honestly, Lord Phylum, your ship does not stand a chance.

The recording of the transmission* was interrupted by a hail from the Forgotten Sorrows.

"Aquilifer Saar, you are to take their contract, and initiate the Invasion. Direct their forces to our Landing Site."

Now, that was unexpected.
"You can't be serious. You do realized that they are Class 3, right? That's Pre-Imperium Technology, and I doubt they've even got as far as the UTCS."

"You have your orders."

And there was no questioning them, it seemed. The recording started once more.

Brief pause However, the Imperium is willing to accept your contract. You are to meet our forces at the attached coordinates. And, by the way, this "Guardian" you are referring to, has a name, and it's Gear, if our Records are to be believed.

In addition to that, a set of coordinates on the surface were sent.
"Decurion, order the fleet back to Sol-III."

"Of course, Aquilifer. But what about the ships that are still being Re-Armed?"

"Have them join us when they are done, but we cannot wait for them. And make sure the Archailects don't try and outfit them with Distruptors again, we don't need a repeat of Achilion V."

The Decurion almost missed that reference, having not been present for the Battle, but her time spent browsing the Arm of Orion's Combat Logs did not seem to be wasted after all. If the records were to be believed, an Imperial Fleet had stopped to rearm at an Archailect Station, and entered combat shortly after, only to find their stocks of Missiles had been filled with Archailect Distruption Missiles, rather than Imperial Munitions. The battle was still won, a ship disabled is a ship that cannot fight back after all, but it was not something they needed to happen again. She quickly typed out the required message, and sent it on its way, with the Fleet's Orders, and the response to the Deminis Technocracy.

To: Anchor Station IV
From: Arm of Orion - Decurion Alise Faraam
----

The Imperium requests that you outfit our Vessels with Imperial Munitions, rather than Archailect Technologies, in order to facilitate further engagement in battle.

This Message authorized by Aquililifer Legatus Alyona Saar, 4th Fleet, Imperium of Tinfect | Please do NOT respond to this message.

And with that out of the way, the Fleet, what of it was prepared to do so, in any case, jumped back to Sol III Followed shortly by the Arm of Orion, as it detached from the Station, quietly dumping any Archailect Munitions out of an empty Cargo Bay.

Thousands of Dropships, Gunships, and assorted Strikecraft poured out of the Vexillarius Class, each one bound for a point on the Surface. The larger Strikecraft lead the Dropships down, and began to circle quite a large perimeter, the smallest ones, Interceptors, began to hunt the Surrounding area for targets, and the Dropships, and Gunships entered the Atmosphere last, to reach the Imperial Staging Point within minutes.

OOC:
*It is being recorded because a Hyperpulse Generator is just that, a generator of Pulses. While we can compress whatever we need into it, we cannot constantly broadcast something without a series of repeated pulses, and it is easier just to record the transmission, and then send it, than it is to reconfigure the HPG for "Constant" broadcasting.

And, for the record, here is what we are invading with.
Two Trips are probably required to get everything down.

by **Acheronis** » Fri Jul 24, 2015 9:40 am

Near UDM-1274987-1

The 7th Seraphon Battlefleet blinked into existence several thousand kilometres away from the small planet, the armada of starships silhouetted against the orange star. The Emperor-class Capital Ship was not as big as a World Slayer, but it was still imposing and quite capable of handling enemy vessels far larger than itself. Of course, this was to be its first field test alongside the Praetorians and Acumen Dreadnoughts. Admiral Tethys had high hopes for this mission, rescuing the Lord-Admiral was sure to get her commendation, and even if he had perished in the disastrous first strike, she could still be rewarded for her efforts.

The fleet was well equipped for almost all forms of warfare in existence, and upon sighting the planet as they emerged from VoidSpace the Admiral ordered they set up a fortification on the surface, as to gain a foothold in his alien dimension. Half of the Centurions descended onto the scorched ground, and assisted by the Quantum-Warp Manipulators of several Praetorians and the massive Emperor, quickly assembled a typical Acheronis planetary fortress on the surface. The Tribunes, which had also landed on the planet, positioned themselves so that they might act as giant anti-orbital cannons should the citadel come under attack. Now that a stronghold had been established in what was presumed to be hostile territory, the fleet held position in geosynchronous orbit over the Citadel, knowing that the planet's orbit would bring them into sight of whatever had caused a large gamma spike that was consistent with Antimatter Weaponry.

by **Blakullar** » Fri Jul 24, 2015 9:42 am

Outside Yogyakarta, T.R. Indonesia, the People's Technocratic Federation of Singapore.

"There." Golovkin pointed to a large, swirling purple cloud on the ground, surrounded by scorched earth and several burned trees. The portal didn't look as stable as anything the Singaporeans could deploy, but it was functional. After all, a similar purple cloud had brought them here (and made a hell of a mess back in Yogyakarta, but that would have to be solved after the battle).

Just as the pilot was about to touch down next to the portal, an explosion rocked the aircraft and sent it spinning toward the ground. It seemed that a deadlier fighter had followed the Horseshoe Crabs after the dropship...

"Shit, we're going straight into the portal!" Golovkin shouted as the dropship spiralled out of control towards the purple cloud. "Hang onto something!!!" Surely enough, the surroundings had been completely replaced in short order by a great purple haze, inciting enormous-scale dizziness as the dropship flew through the portal to whatever was on the other side. After what seemed like ages (but in reality was only about ten seconds), the haze and nausea stopped and the dropship hit a solid surface with a metal thud. Although the ship seemed to have survived the crash, some of the crew had been briefly knocked unconscious by the impact. Miraculously, none of the tech had been destroyed or even scratched...

Golovkin had no idea where they had crashed, but was soon answered by someone hailing the radio: "Attention occupants, disembark from the aircraft now or be destroyed!"
With a grunt, the Colonel fished for his communicator. Finding it about a metre away from him, he rolled over and picked it up. "We're Spetz, you tit," he gruffly replied to the individual on the other end of the radio.

Pushing open what looked like an emergency exit on the side of the dropship, Golovkin looked about him. The sight of thirtysomething CPUs, all of them armed with assault rifles and SMGs and none-too-happy with the presence of a foreign dropship crash-landing in their city, did not help in determining the exact location of their landing. Fortunately, the sight of two of Mechanocratic Russia's most notable landmarks did: the GUM department store and Lenin's Mausoleum. The group had landed in none other than Old Moscow's Red Square...

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